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BOOK SYNOPSIS

Firefighters. The word ignites bold images of heroes in dust covered helmets and ash stained turnouts who defy the odds and press on in the presence of danger.

Men and Women of Valor. A dedicated brotherhood of first responders whose honor, strength, and courage overcome obstacles to save lives.

Into The Flames. Seven NYT, USA Today, bestselling and award-winning authors offer romantic suspense, contemporary, historical, and paranormal tales of tough, iconic heroes who risk it all for their communities—but at the end of the day, seek the tender embrace of the one they love.

JOIN US ON THE ADVENTURE…

Rescue Meby N.J. Walters
When firefighter Frank Ellis rescues an old flame from a burning building, sparks ignite. He’ll do anything to protect her, even if it means she discovers he’s a mythical phoenix.

Flashpointby Desiree Holt
...When everything explodes

Where There's Smokeby Cindy Spencer Pape
Firefighting in the 1920's is dangerous business, but so is falling in love.

FireBrew by Liz Crowe
Fate throws them together. But the horrific memory of a fiery disaster could tear them apart.

Hook Me Upby Adele Downs
Firemen don't free cats from trees anymore—until a pretty schoolteacher gets trapped on a limb with her kitten and the county's hottest firefighter comes to their rescue.

Uncontrolled Burn: A RISEN Team Novelby Nina Pierce
A woman forced to live a life she didn’t choose. A vampire bound by honor to protect humans. A deadly game of revenge that threatens both their lives…

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AUTHOR BIOS

N.J. Walters is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author who’s always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.

Desiree Holt is an award-winning author known the world over as The Oldest Living Erotic Romance Author. She has won an EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and many other awards. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The London Daily Mail and numerous other national and international publications.

Cindy Spencer Pape is an award-winning author of 19 novels and more than 40 shorter works. She lives in southeast Michigan. When not hard at work writing she can be found dressing up for steampunk parties and Renaissance fairs, or with her nose buried in a book.

Liz Crowe is an Amazon best-selling author of 27 books, mom of three, Realtor, beer blogger, brewery marketing expert, and sports fan. She is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse. Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction hybrid, “Unconventional Romance. Worth the Risk,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”).

Adele Downs is the best-selling, award-winning author of more than 20 romance titles, including those written under another pen name, and is a former journalist with hundreds of articles to her credit. When not writing in her home office in rural Pennsylvania, she can be found reading a book on the nearest beach or riding in her convertible.

Sam Cheever is a USA Today Bestselling author who writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Sam is the award-winning author of 50+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.

Nina Pierce is a USA Today Bestselling author who spends her days at the keyboard writing stories of fated loves and soul mates, blissfully creating chaos for her characters by throwing in a villain or two, a little murder and a whole lot of mayhem as they struggle toward their happy-ever-afters. When she’s not writing, Nina enjoys spending time with her soul mate of nearly 40 years, their three adult children, one love-sick son-in-law and two precious grandsons.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

It is often said that time heals all wounds. The words are spoken like a promise... A vow. These words are said to people who have been beaten down to their lowest state. To the poor souls who have nothing left to lose. Whispered into the ear of a grieving daughter, told with a shrug to a man who has nothing left to live for.

These are dangerous people.

The down-trodden. The grieving. The ones who love more people dead than alive.

The words should never be uttered. Not to the ones who have no solid ground on which to stand upon, no rail in which to clasp. The white-knuckled moments of life have come to be expected rather than feared.

"Time heals all wounds."

The words are an insult. A slap in the face... and around here, they'll get you hurt. For Averi McClain and her husband Colt, there were few deeper insults.

In the wake of Black Horse's death, a war has erupted. The Seventy Devils are scattered and on alert, gnawing at the bit for the go-ahead to strike. They would not hesitate to spill the blood of anyone who stood in their way of recompense. They knew they would need to act fast if they wanted to come out on top. Colt was not the kind of guy that you slept on. He'd stop at nothing to protect his family and he was lethal whether he was heavily armed or going toe to toe, bare knuckled beat-down style. Colt did have Black Horse's blood coursing through his veins, after all. But then, so did Jimmy, and he is ready to show everyone that the apple didn't fall far from the tree... in fact, they appear to have formed on the same poisoned branch.

As leader of the Devils, Jimmy had seventy miscreants to do his bidding - and three goals in which he needed to achieve:

1.Avenge Black Horse

2.Kill Colt McClain and Randy Ford

3.Take Averi for his own

Jimmy has another thing coming if he thinks
victory is easily won. Will Colt and Averi's broken road end in tragedy? Or
will they be the ones to banish the devils straight to hell? When the demons of
the past rise up, can Colt and Randy face them fearless and determined?
Whatever happens, don't expect Colt and Randy to stand alone. Buckle up. The
broken road makes for one hell of a ride.

Tantalyzing Tuesday and this photo moves me. Do certain images do that to you, too? What does this one do to you, for you? Well, in 200 words, I must tell you the story it brings to me. Several other authors have selected a photo that has moved them, too. Be sure and stop to visit them. They are sure to entertain.Enjoy ~ ☼ღஜﾚo√乇¸.☆¨¯`*.✿.*˜"*° ♥

Dreamscapes

I am the night, and you—the galaxy of my life. Hold me as I
lay my heart upon your breast and travel with me into the darkness of dreams
and the light of hope. Release the sun into the fading day; give yourself into
my heart and share the imaginings of lovers everywhere as they welcome the dark
watchful eye of the night.

Share my dreams, ride my desires; come to me on prayers of
love and longing. You are what I am, what I need to be to be whole as I come
into you. We will soar the galaxy, riding comets of passion on rapids made of
stars. Come dream the night away with me.

We will claim the sky and love among
the Gods until the darkness fades and delivers a bright new morning.

We will slip along golden ribbons of sunbeams to dance
between the sunflowers in beds of wooded clover. Make love with me to the
rhythm of the Earth as the sun warms our hearts and souls.

Let me be your future, let me be your love.

I will cherish you forever or until the final star fades to
black into Eternity.

BOOK SYNOPSIS

New York Times bestselling author Susan Squires invites you into the world of two lovers who share a seductive past and a dangerous desire…

DIVIDED BY CENTURIES

Contessa Donnatella di Poliziano has power, beauty, and—as a vampire—eternal life. Her overwhelming regret is a mistake she made centuries ago when she chose not to transform her one true love, Jergan, into a vampire too. Donnatella’s choice has deprived her of the only true love she’s ever known. But just as all seems lost, the discovery of a 300-year-old note leads her to a gift left by her old friend, Leonardo da Vinci: a machine to take her back in time to rewrite the history of her heart…

UNITED BY OTHERWORLDLY DESIRE

Once back in time, Donnatella’s memory of the intervening years is lost. Yet when she sees the breathtaking barbarian slave, Jergan, from afar, she feels like she has always known him. The instant attraction she feels draws them together. For Donnatella, the romance is tantalizing, awakening a passion that feels both old and new. But as the two fall in love again, a new danger threatens to tear them apart. Now Jergan’s love for Donnatella will be tested in a most perilous way—and if he fails, the two lovers will be separated again…for eternity.

“Squires combines extreme sensuality with dangerous drama.”

—Romantic Times BOOKreviews
“ONE WITH THE DARKNESS is one of the finest, innovative vampire novels I've read.”
--Romance Junkies

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AUTHOR BIO

Susan Squires is a New York Times bestselling author known for breaking the rules of romance writing. Whatever her time period, or subject, some element of the paranormal always creeps in. She has won multiple contests for published novels and reviewer's choice awards. Publisher's Weekly named Body Electric one of the year’s most influential mass market books and One with the Shadows a Best book of the Year. Time for Eternity, the first in the DaVinci time travel series, received a starred review from Publisher's Weekly.

Susan has a Masters in English literature from UCLA and once toiled as an executive for a Fortune 500 company. Now she lives at the beach in Southern California with her husband, Harry, a writer of supernatural thrillers, and two very active Belgian Sheepdogs, who like to help her write by putting their chins on the keyboarddddddddddddddddddddddd.

Monday, September 28, 2015

An unwitting academic stumbles into the erotically-charged occult
underworld of Victorian London. With a cast of characters including an
investigator with a talent for seduction, a mesmerist collecting a harem of
beautiful ladies, and a woman who believes she has had sex with Satan, Sexual
Sorcery is a sizzling story of decadence, conspiracy and carnality.

When a collection of books go missing from the University's collection,
Fredrick Clifford travels to London in search of the likely culprit, an
apparently respectable gentleman named Victor Braystone. But he soon finds that
he is not the only one with an interest in Mr Braystone, and the manipulative
Catherine Wolseley soon draws him into her own schemes.

As he, Miss Wolseley and their seductive accomplice begin to unravel Mr
Braystone's plots, Fredrick Clifford finds himself both confused and entrapped
in a shocking world of of sex and duplicity. And as the trail leads him from
the seductions of a London club to a Satanic altar in the wilds of the Welsh borders,
he struggles to make sense of both the dark uncertainties of the occult, and of
an unfamiliar realm of debauchery and sex.

By Saturday morning, Fredrick had still not had time to visit the agency to
advertise for a new domestic servant, and he was becoming heartily sick of
bread and marmalade for breakfast – or, indeed, for any other meal that he
could not reasonably eat out. It was also an irritation that he had to answer
his own front door, and now he found himself greeted at his front step by a
small grubby boy, in bare feet and ragged trousers, presenting him with a
sealed envelope.

He took the letter, tipped the boy a coin, and closed the door.

The paper was expensive, that handwriting feminine. Inside, a note simply
read:

Two o’clock. My carriage will collect you. We cannot have gaps in your
education as a gentleman. Please be an attentive student. Such classes are not
inexpensive.

And that was all. He assumed that it was from Miss Wolseley, and resigned
himself to having to follow her cryptic instructions. In the meantime, he
thought, he would finish his newspaper, and then visit the agency to and see if
they could alleviate his domestic difficulties.

And so, soon after lunchtime, after a satisfactory visit to the agency he
found on returning to his house a familiar carriage parked outside.

“My good man, am I late?”

“Not at all Sir,” the gruff coachman tipped his hat. “I’m early. Take your
time, Sir. We aren’t due til ‘alf past.”

Fredrick re-emerged promptly at two o’clock, and climbed into the carriage,
and sat back while it bounced and swerved through the city’s congested streets.
Out of the window he saw gentrified houses, and, as the traffic moved slowly on
the main roads, although the journey was barely two miles, it took over twenty
minutes. He was relieved to find that they stopped in a fashionable West End
street.

He stepped down from the carriage, and the coachman indicated the door
across the road.

He crossed the street and rapped with the brass door knocker.

Promptly, the door was opened, and a short, grey haired maid opened the
door.

“Fredrick Clifford,” he introduced himself. “I may be expected?”

“Of course,” the maid curtseyed, with a hint of an accent, perhaps Italian
or French, and stepped back to let him in.

She took his coat, hat and cane, and then led him up the stairs, and into a
well furnished sitting room. Tall windows let light flood into the room through
lace curtains, the room was decked with a range of plushly upholstered chairs
and settees, the largest of which, unusually, seemed to be the size of a single
bed, but with ornate arms and a high back.

The maid motioned him to take a seat in a plush chair by the window. She
assured him, “I will say that you have arrived,” and then withdrew.

As he waited, he looked around. The décor was, the more he considered the
details, eccentric.

Not only were the chairs unusually deeply upholstered, and the main sofa
far wider than was needed, but there were numerous sturdy hooks, which looked
like they might have hung chandeliers before gas lighting was installed, both
in the ceiling and also, inexplicably in the skirting board at the foot of the
wall. There was also a faint but spicy scent in the air, which he suspected
might be incense – an unusual scent to encounter outside of a High or Catholic
church.

The door opened, and he turned to see a tall, graceful woman step into the
room. She wore a red silk robe like a dressing gown, and around her neck an
ornate necklace of black beads. Her brown hair hung loosely in flowing curls,
cascading over her shoulders, and Fredrick’s eyes were drawn further down, to
the sides of her firm breasts, indecently visible where the two sides of the
robe met.

“I’m so sorry!” he instinctively stood up and turned his back on her, to
stare fixedly out of the window.

“And why, Mr Clifford, are you sorry?” The voice was soft, the accent
unmistakably continental.

“I am… that is to say…” He could barely hear her approach, her bare feet on
the carpet. “Perhaps I should return when you are properly dressed.”

Her voice, now just over his shoulder, chided, “Mr Clifford, I was told
that you were a gentleman.”

“Well, yes!” he replied, indignantly.

“And is it polite, when a lady enters a room, turn your back on her, and
then proceed to criticise her choice of clothing.”

“Well, I… there is a question of what is appropriate!”

“Your lessons today,” she corrected him, “are to deal instead with the
question of what is courteous – gentlemanly. You may be quite right about what
is appropriate. But this afternoon, that is not our subject.”

To Frederick, what was gentlemanly and what was appropriate seemed
intimately connected. But Miss Wolseley had, presumably, some purpose in
sending him here.

“I apologise,” he conceded, turning to face her. It would be a shame to
argue with such an attractive hostess.

She smiled and inclined her head. “Then shall we start again?”

Fredrick nodded.

The woman turned and walked softly back to the door. He watched her robe
sway against her legs, and was impressed by her grace. She left the room, and
shut the door after herself. Fredrick sat down again, and waited.

She held out her hand, palm down, and he took it gently, and bowed slightly
as he motioned to kiss it. He could not help, bending forward, but appreciate
the gentle curve of her breasts, barely draped in thin red silk.

“Signorina Maria Cenci,” she replied with a hint of a curtsey. “Charmed to
meet you, Sir.”

She motioned him across to the wide sofa, strewn with cushions, and when he
sat she took a seat next to him. Her robe fell open at the knee, revealing her
slender, pale calf, and Fredrick made an effort not to look too intently.

The door opened again, and the elderly maid entered, carrying a tray, which
she set down on the table by the settee.

“Milk and sugar, Mr Clifford?” Signorina Cenci asked.

“Please, yes.”

“Tell me Mr Clifford, she asked, as she poured the tea and the maid
withdrew, “how should a gentleman behave towards a lady?”

Fredrick considered for a moment, and then, taking the cup and saucer
offered to him, replied: “A gentleman should always be respectful.”

“And why is that important?” she asked. And when Fredrick had no ready
answer, she clarified, “Why should a gentleman be respectful to a lady, and
not, perhaps, to a tree or stone?”

“Obviously, trees and stones don’t have feelings!”

“So when you say respectful, you mean that you should be aware of the
lady’s feelings?”

“Quite so,” Fredrick said, taking another sip of tea and then setting the
cup aside. “The male is the stronger sex. It is our duty to protect, both
physically and mentally, the frailer gender. It shows us to be civilized human
beings, and not savages.”

“And so,” Signorina Cenci asked, “you see that, if a man turns his back on
a woman as she enters the room, she might be upset. In which case, the
gentlemanly response is to greet her courteously, perhaps?”

“But is it also gentlemanly,” she teased, “as you bend down to kiss her
hand, to stare so intently at her breasts?”

Fredrick blushed, “I am so sorry, Madam, I didn’t intend to.”

She laughed, and stood. “Then shall we try again?”

“Of course, if you wish.”

She left her tea cup on the table, walked to the door, turned, paused, and
then returned towards the sofa.

Fredrick stood, stepped forward, and took her hand when she offered it.
This time, as he bent and motioned to kiss her hand, he kept his eyes fixed
firmly on the floor.

Again Signorina Cenci laughed.

“Mr Clifford,” she smiled, placing her hand on his arm. “Do you really
think that if a lady deliberately appears dressed like this – ” she raised her
other hand to her neck and let her index finger slowly trace a line along the
hem of the robe, down her chest, over the mound of her breast “ – that she does
not want to be admired?”

“Really, Madam, I protest,” Fredrick sighed, “You say that I should not stare,
and now you say that I should stare. What am I to do?”

“Mr Clifford, you are to be a gentleman. You are to behave with
consideration for the lady’s feelings.” Seeing that he was still confused, she
continued. “If you stare dumbly at my chest – “ she turned slightly, so that he
could fully appreciate the silhouette of her breasts – “I might consider the
stare to be aggressive, or I might worry that you are no longer capable of
rational thought. You are still capable of thought, Sir?”

He raised his eyes from the curve of her robe, to look her in the eye
again. “Yes, of course.”

“But if you ignore me entirely, I might think that I have failed to impress
you, or that you consider me ugly. You do not consider me ugly, do you?”

“No! Of course not!”

“Then, Mr Clifford, please, stop trying to guess what the rules are. There
is but one rule to being a gentleman. Consideration for the feelings of the
other person. And so, consider my feelings, and act accordingly.”

“Very well,” Fredrick acquiesced.

“Then shall we try once more?”

She walked back to the door, and again turned to face him. She paused for a
moment. “Are you ready, Sir?”

Fredrick nodded.

She ran her finger down the front of her robe, and deliberately opened the
gap at her chest a little further, so that the sides of both breasts were quite
bare. “Are you certain?”

Fredrick paused for just a second and then answered confidently: “Yes,
Madam.”

Signora Cenci walked across the room, her hips swaying, and held out her
hand, palm down.

Fredrick took her hand. As he bowed and raised it towards his mouth, he let
his eyes glance over her soft flesh, and at the lowest point of his bow he
glanced up to look her in the eye. Then he looked back towards her hand as he
stood, and looked her in the eye again, keeping a lingering hold of her hand
before releasing her.

“Mr Clifford!” she smiled, “Have you not been taught that it is too
forward, even impertinent, to look a lady in the eye as you kiss her hand?”

“Signora Cenci,” he countered, “From the way that you adjusted your gown, I
understood that you wanted me to be forward, even impertinent.”

“Bravo!” she clapped her hands three times and smiled. “Please sit, and
explain to me your strategy.”

As they both sat down, he on her right, she on his left, he explained. “I
trust that you wanted,” he glanced again at the curve of her breast, “to be
appreciated, but with discretion. And I gathered that you would not mind a
little impertinence. When I first looked up at your eyes, you could have looked
away, but you did not. And so I inferred that a little more impertinence might
be in order before I released your hand.”

“Perfect, Mr Clifford! You considered my feelings, and acted accordingly.
One might almost say, appropriately?”

Fredrick smiled, “Yes, I think that you have proved that point.”

“Which is exactly why you are here,” she explained. She put her right hand
behind her on the settee and turned her body towards him. “I am told that you
are an intelligent, educated gentleman. But you have been taught to be a
gentleman by following a set of rules. And now you find yourself in situations
where the rules do not seem to work. Situations for which no rules have been
written. Is this so?”

Fredrick nodded, “Increasing so, it seems.”

“And you are particularly unsure how to deal, in certain, unusual
situations, with ladies?”

“I understand how to make polite conversation,” he admitted, “but there
there are things, I find, that I do not really understand.”

“And that is why you have been sent to me,” Signora Cenci smiled. “Because
if you are to be a gentleman in these situations, you will be more confident,
yes?”

“I suppose so, yes.”

“And to be a gentleman you need only two things. You need to act with
consideration or the other person. And you need to understand what the other
person wants. You see?”

“Theoretically, I suppose.”

“At this moment, yes, quite theoretically. Because you do not know enough
about what a woman wants, and so you cannot treat her…. appropriately. So we
shall give you a basic understanding.”

She looked at him, saying nothing more.

He felt that he was expected to react in some way, but had no idea how.

“Mr Clifford,” she flicked her long hair over her shoulder, and then
lowered her hand to her knee, where she parted her robe a little. “You are alone
with a woman who has chosen to greet you in a quite indecorous outfit – so
indecorous, that she has not even troubled to put on underwear, but instead has
nothing between you and her but a single layer of very soft, very thin silk.
And now she has sat mere inches from you, turned her body towards you, and is
now waiting for you. Can you not imagine a gentlemanly reaction?”

He sat, confused, uncertain.

“To make this simple,” Signora Cenci coaxed, “you have two options. If you
are not sure what I want, then you can construct some witty, sensitive line of
conversation to draw me into disclosing my desires. Or you can take action, in
such a way that my response will tell you more of what I want…. Do you feel
able to engage in witty conversations at this moment?”

He shook his head, mutely.

“Then Mr Clifford, take action!”

Author Bio:

C M Fontana is a British erotic author, fusing plots of mystery, intrigue, and the supernatural with racy erotica. The first full-length novels, Sexual Sorcery, was published for Kindle in September 2015, with two novellas continuing the series released soon after.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Grave Misfortune (Palace Secrets Book 3)

by Ravyn Rayne

Published by Blushing Books

Genre: Historical Romance, Romantic Erotica

Married to a gambler and drunk, Helene is the madam for a brothel, where she looks after her girls and services the clientele. When Vincent, a royal guard from the palace, arrives at her doorstep and tries to defend her honor, little does he know she’s both married to the man and a Madam for the establishment. Could things get any more awkward?
Hours later, a fire breaks out, putting her life and the girl’s that live with her in danger. Who would wish to set fire to the brothel? Going home to the cottage with her husband hardly seems a viable option. Vincent invites her to court, but can she handle what is in store for her? Not used to taking orders, Helene will have to learn to submit to Vincent, in order to protect her.

EXCERPT

"Come with me." Vincent's tone is sharp and short. "You broke the rules, Helene. There are consequences for not following orders." He grabs me by the elbow and whisks me into a nearby room, kicking the door shut behind us.
I slip from his grasp as he blocks my exit. Consequences? Is he out of his mind? I should have known not to trust him and come to court. Not that I felt there was much choice but I could have lied to the king or told him I had a husband to stay with. It might have begged more questions but those I could have skirted. "Let me go!"
"Not until you've been taken over my knee."
I scoff at his words. He's not serious. "What are you going to do, spank me?" I'm half-joking. Rowland wasn't a prince but he never would have had the strength to discipline me.

Meet the Characters in the Series

Helene

A madam and owner of her own brothel, Helene is related by blood to King Alexander, though she's never come forward to claim any relation to the throne. She prefers her relation to be kept secret. Married to a drunk, Helene spends more time looking after her girls and babysitting her husband than caring about her own needs.

Vincent

As a guard for King Alexander, Vincent is loyal, but don't mistake his kindness for lack of strength. With a reputation for being dominant and adventurous, Vincent has decided he wants a woman to marry, one that loves him for his kink as much as his desire to command her in the bedroom.

Queen Isabella 'Ella'

Formerly a princess, Queen Isabella is married to King Alexander. With a secret history of romancing her Lady-in-Waiting, Hannah, Isabella has come to accept her role as queen. Will she accept everything else going on in the castle right under her nose?

King Alexander

While his father lay on his death bed, Prince Alexander searched for a woman that would join him in ruling his kingdom. Strict, dominant, and every sense of the word 'alpha', Alexander knows how to keep his queen in line with a good spanking when she disobeys.

Hannah

Lady-in-Waiting for Princess Isabella, Hannah travels with her to Prince Alexander's court. Keeping their relationship a secret is a necessity or she and her queen will face death. Given the opportunity to find love and her own life away from the palace, the arrogant Lucas Covington, a Duke with riches and a title, desires Hannah's hand. He's smug, annoying, and enjoys taking Hannah over his knee when given the opportunity to discipline her. Is it too much for her?

Author Interview

What are you currently working on?
Right now I'm writing a Victorian Age Play novel that will be published under the name Allison West. It's currently untitled and I'm about half-way through writing the first draft. I've also recently created the domain spankingauthor.com which highlights both Ravyn and Allison (spanking author) titles.
What names do you write under?
Ruth Silver, Ravyn Rayne, and Allison West.
How much do you write per day?
My goal is 6k words a day. Somedays I can get that done in three hours. Other days it takes 8 or 9 hours to write that amount.
What are you favorite genres to read?
I love romantic erotica, dystopian (YA or adult), and some fantasy.
Are you self published?
Nope. I'm published with Blushing Books, Lazy Day Publishing, and Booktrope.
What else do you like to do besides write?
I love photography, reading, traveling, watching television, blogging, and making book swag.
What sport are you good at?
I used to be good at bowling. I bowled on my high school team and on our college campus in a league for fun.
What show on television are you most looking forward to that's debuting this season?
Good question! There's two shows I'm really excited about watching. Quantico and Shadowhunters. My days are spent writing and nights are spent relaxing to television or hanging out with friends.
Do you have a favorite board game?
Settlers of Catan and Pandemic. I love both of them equally.
Which do you prefer: Kindle or paperback?
Lately I've been reading on my kindle. It's easy to download, I can get samples set to my device, and I don't have to wait for a book to ship. I do have trouble remembering to charge the Kindle though!

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Palace Secrets

by Ravyn Rayne

Published by Blushing Books

Love comes in many forms and always at a price.
At twenty-three, Princess Isabella must settle down for the sake of her kingdom. Caught up in a secret affair with her lady-in-waiting, Hannah, the princess knows it can only last for so long.
When Prince Alexander arrives to court her, he confides that his father is on his death bed, and he will be crowned king soon. Isabella hastily agrees to the proposal, desiring to be queen, knowing little about her soon to be husband.
Murder, secrets, and lies combine with menage, spanking, and erotic encounters in this steamy medieval romance.

Excerpt

“Make a sound and you’ll get another spanking,” Alexander says. His tone is firm but light. Unlike the last time, he doesn’t sound angry or disappointed with me. Is this how our lovemaking will be?

I’m both aroused and craving more of Alexander’s affection. I bury my face into the pillow, trying my best not to make any noise. I moan quietly as his lashings grow harder, burning against my skin, making me wet. I’m glad Alexander’s attention is on me. There’s something about his power and control that fires me up inside. Is he doing this to teach me a lesson for being naughty or to arouse me?

“No, Hannah.” Alexander’s answer is both quick and abrupt. “I’m the only one in charge.

Maybe I should spank you both regularly for sneaking around the castle, behind my back. Would that make sure it doesn’t happen again?” Alexander lets his hand land hard on my bottom. The sting grows fierce and I whimper in protest. When will his spankings turn to sex? He offered it to me the last time and I rejected him. It had been the only amount of control that I’d been given. Tonight, I would give him everything, and if he asked me to beg, I would.

Maiden Claimed (Palace Secrets Book Two)

by Ravyn Rayne

Published by Blushing Books

It was supposed to be a simple trip to the market in Paris.

Nothing for Lady Hannah is ever simple.

One secret after another.

The lies are mounting up.

Lady Hannah has made a deal with the devil. Worse she’s falling in love with him. There’s no turning back.

Excerpt

Waiting outside the bathhouse, a gentleman, with honey-golden hair and eyes as green as the blades of grass on a summer’s day, stops in front of me. He looks me over and smiles. His face is covered in scruff and dirt licks his skin. “I approve.”
There’s an arrogance surrounding this man, and I have the urge to silence him.
“You approve of what?” I ask and cross my arms defensively. My eyes narrow, unpleased.
“I approve of you joining me in the bathhouse. Though I admit you look pretty clean already. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He reaches out to touch a strand of my blonde hair and I swat his fingers away and force his arm down to his side.
“You’ve lost your mind.” My grip on his wrist is forceful, showing him who’s boss.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, glancing down at my hand still holding his wrist.

About the Author

Ravyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation,

Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them equally.wherever it might be. She has been published professionally since 2013. You can find her young adult books here.